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- Me: “That’s no excuse to hate men. I was once married to a lesbian, and she cheated on me with a woman, but that’s no excuse for me to hate lesbians. You can’t pass judgment on a whole group of people based on one bad experience. You only have one life, and you can’t waste it on being bitter.”
- We chat for a long time…
- Me: “I’m a bad guy; the guy that your parents warned you about. But I see no reason to lie about it. It’s who I am. You can either accept it or don’t. Either way, I feel no need to hide behind a façade.”
- Olga: “All of these people here are pretenders. They’re fake. But you? You have this honesty about you, and I think that you’re a very sweet guy.”
- I then spend time in her ear, holding her hands and whatnot. Slowly working my magic, as she opens up to me more and more.
- Somewhere, she goes to take a piss, and the other German girl starts talking to me. My type of girl…
- Me: “I’m the best dancer here.”
- Hilga: “Well, so am I. Lets go dance.”
- And she starts walking off. I stand there. She returns. I extend my hand, and she grabs it and leads me to the dance floor. We dance and dance, and what do I do when I find a better looking girl? Drop her dead cold.
- I finish dancing with the better looking girl. And planning ahead, I go back and get Olga--bring her to the dance floor. I dance some more and return to the bar…
- Hilga: “You don’t just leave a girl by herself on the dance floor!”